Layla Norris: The Girl Who Sewed Her Heart Back Together

"Fashion goes out of style, but pain is forever." ✂️💔

I used to believe love was a perfect dress: no seams, timeless, simple. And then life gave me scissors and said, "Cut."

My first love? A poet with a nicotine touch. He wrote sonnets about my collarbones but didn't follow through with a single button on a shirt. We were hot, like a silk dress in a bonfire. 🔥 ("It's vintage," he said, lying.)

Then came the architect—all edges and blueprints. He built me a palace in his mind, but the doors were locked. I was his muse, until I became a renovation project. 🏗️ ("You'd look better in neutrals," he said.)

Then... him. The second chance. Remember those endless slow dances at thrift stores? His hands were tracing the seams of my Levi's, as if they held the secrets. Secrets rot, babe. His sustainable lifestyle was a recycled girlfriend. ♻️💔

So I did what any self-respecting cool girl would do: I took my heartbreak and upcycled it. I now design clothes that tell stories—your stories. Every stitch is a scar, every scar is a badge of honour.

Wear your pain. It's couture. 👗⚡